To-morrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.


I Love all Beauteous Things, st. 2. - Poetry


To-morrow it seem Like the empty words of a dream Remembered on waking.

To-morrow it seem Like the empty words of a dream Remembered on waking.

To-morrow it seem Like the empty words of a dream Remembered on waking.

To-morrow it seem Like the empty words of a dream Remembered on waking.